A dark work for Samhain, a time for night to enclose the
earth, spirits of the dead to mingle with the living, a time of great change.
Of course, in the southern hemisphere it should be a spring celebration at this
time of year, but we are overwhelmed with Halloween imagery, so let’s enjoy the
darkness.

This is also the end of my month on Project 365+1 – many thanks to
Kit for the opportunity to share with other artists and writers.

Nobody seemed to know what it means:
"There's five blue figures on a white circle" ...
... something about making arrangements, keeping each other in line.

'82. At parties you hear people saying:
it's based on numerology
five figure settlements
doodles on a note-pad
colour therapy
divorce lawyers
call centres
shrinks

On You Tube you watch the scratched over clip of the Blams:
punk boys
skinny
nervous
young
off-beam
dangling on a knife-edge

'82. Night before dole day, we raid the roach jar, roll-another-number
crank up 'Don't fight it Marsha' on the turntable
sit in the living room in Kilmore Street with the blackened out windows
as if we've gone back to the London Blitz
Does anyone get the lyrics: 'There's five blue figures on a white circle'?
Moira says she knew the chick it was written for, it always made her cry,
it was about her relationship
break
down.
Then the skinhead, who ends up inside for dealing,
can't remember his name,
just the pet rat on the shoulder of his army jacket,
the birth mark stain strangling his neck
like a vicious love bite.
He tells us:
It's written by a punk who wants to write songs about the way we live
getting wasted
smashing cars
but they never go anywhere
so he ends up writing lyrics all about
landscapes
dreams
household appliances

Nobody seems to know what it means.
Five blue figures on a white circle.
This one comes out of nowhere goes nowhere comes out of nowhere.